Train Wreck

Strangers

I wonder what you all are expecting this chapter.

This chapter may contain violent acts and some other improper acts.

DON'T WANT TO GIVE YOU GUYS SPOILERS.

Are you guys expecting more drama?

Well, here comes your next chapter.
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"I cared but turns out you're a heartless bitch. You don't care. Get out of my house." I said.

She grabbed her clothes and dressed up.

"Happy life, asshole." She said as she left my house.

I broke to the ground as tears rolled out of my eyes. I really don't tell her most of my shit because most of what we talked about is her shit.

She only needed me when she needs someone to console her on her sad life. I know that her dad sold her to come live here and she felt abandoned.

She's not the only with shit going on. Everyone has shit.

When I need her to be around, she just walks out of me. It's like I don't matter. Am I really just a piece of shit? I could just die today and no one will care.

I'm just a waste of space. Everyone treats me like shit, from my childhood best friend to Edith. Everyone else who doesn't treat me shitty seems to be fake.

Bullshit.

I finally found someone to hate and that's Edith.

Hate, it's a strong force that can drag you to do something you would never think of in your wildest dreams.

She didn't care, despite how dreadful I did. She's my friend, she should always be by my side. I need her because she is the only who has been able to chase away my nightmares.

I heard a voice from downstairs.

"Al, are you home yet?" Justin shouted from downstairs.

I went downstairs and put a bright smile on my face so he wouldn't notice anything.

We prepared dinner together. Mom came home all depressed but as she saw food, her spirits lifted up.

"Shit on a shingle." Mom chirped.

"Just eat, Mom." Justin said.

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The next few days, Edith came to school. Yet, we didn't talk. We were like strangers. My ego was too high to go talk to her. She looked like shit. I cared but the ego was still high. She made a mistake.

I felt so lonely. I was the type of person that would never talk to anyone so I'd usually sit alone at my table. It felt so shitty.

A week passed,

I realized our best friendship anniversary was a week close.

That whole week, I expect her to talk to me but she didn't. I didn't even find her in school.

On our anniversary day,

7th August

I stood by her locker waiting for her to come to school. Maybe we could patch things up. I lost someone I really care about and it stings so I had to talk to her.

I stood there longer than expected, I practically dozed off.

Typical me.

When it was time to start classes, the siren alerted us to go to class and I woke up. I went to my locker for my books.

I spotted a neat box wrapped up with a pretty string and tied up at the top like a bow.

I just shoved the box into my bag. My number one priority now is to find Edith. I went to her every class. I searched nooky and cranny but no sign of her. I called her but it went straight to voicemail.

Voicemail;
"Hey, it's Edith. How you doing? Leave a message."

When school was over, I went to her house. I was hoping, she'd apologize because it's all her fault.

Her aunt was there.

"You looking for Edith?" Her aunt said with a hint of irritation bubbling in her voice.

Her red hair was in a messy bun. She had a nose mask on. She was wearing a dirty apron, gloves and holding a scrubbing brush.

"I am. Is she home?" I asked.

"Nope. She came home a week ago, hooked up with my husband and left me a bloody bathroom." Her aunt said.

"Bloody bathroom? Where is she?" I asked.

"Morgue." Her aunt said.

"What?!" I said in shock.

I tried to recall the aunt's name but couldn't.

"Is she okay?" I panicked.

"She's dead." Her aunt said bluntly.

WTF

"I'm not joking around, ma'am." I said as I started to feel angry.

"Do I look like I'm joking? She locked herself in her room yesterday and I had to pull her out. This afternoon, she silt her wrist and bled to her disgusting death." Her aunt said.

The information took me a step back. I fell to the ground. How can she say shocking news so normally. What the fuck is wrong with her?

Uncontrollably tears raced down my cheeks. I was broken. I lost her, for good. It's my fault. I shouldn't have treated her like that.

Her aunt just slammed the door shut leaving me there, just like that, on the fucking ground. Fuck her. Fuck Edith. How could she do this to me? Fuck me.

I went home passing through the dark alleys. It wasn't safe but I wanted to get my hands dirty and clear my thoughts.

When they called for me from the darkest part of the alleys, I ignored them.

One big tough guy stood in front of me. He towered me. He looked malicious, mean and scary. He had an evil look.

"Little lady, you shouldn't be here, you're lucky it's not nighttime or else you'll be someone's lady tonight. Let me be a gentleman and ask, will you be my lady tonight?" He said.

"Fuck off." I snapped.

"Mean and feisty." He said.

"Fuck - off." I said again.

He grabbed me by the neck and lifted me. He was bald. I buried my nails into his head. He shouted and threw me away as my back hit the wall.

His mouth stink. Ewww.

I got behind him and pulled a gun from behind him. Some other six guys came. They came closer to me and I accidentally pulled the trigger and it shot the guy the bald guy.

The others ran towards me but I shot them. It was left with the last guy but I was out of bullets.

He caught me by the neck and hit my head against the wall. He pulled out his gun but I hit his hand and the gun fell. I kicked it away. He twisted my arm. Fuck!

I kicked his nuts and he pushed me to the ground. He held my neck and gave me a heavy glass. I grabbed a broken glass from the ground and stabbed it into his head.

I reached for the gun and shot him in the head. I dropped the gun and ran from the scene.

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Thanks for reading y'all.

I appreciate it. I hope it wasn't too harsh.

See you guys in the next chapter.

Mwah!

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